Ailsa’s travel theme this week at Where’s My Backpack? is a surprisingly thought-provoking one–benches. Some people (like, apparently, Ailsa) find them intriguing and somewhat romantic. I tend to overlook them. Important life lesson to be had here: pay at-bloody-tention.
Belhurst Castle, Geneva NY. The vast lawn behind the castle is full of greenery and planters and carefully appointed koi ponds. And exactly one lone bench, facing eastward to meet the sunrise.
Meanwhile, at the Old City Hall in my beloved Boston, George fails to recognize the looming menace of a statue of a brass donkey as he sits on the cleared stone bench outside the landmark building.
Hey, pal. One of us was here first, and it wasn’t you.
In Rome (or, you know, cities in general), anything can serve as a series of benches, depending on the mood of the crowd. A view from the top of the Spanish Steps.
Because all those people need to sit *somewhere*.
And in Florence, simple wooden benches serve as pews in the Chiesa de San Salvatore al Monte, a beautiful 15-th century church overlooking the Arno. San Salvatore is largely overshadowed by its flashier neighbor, the Basilica di San Miniato al Monte, but it is no less lovely. And since more people go to San Miniato, San Salvatore is much, much quieter, which can be an incredible luxury.
If you’re looking for a place to sit and be self-reflective…
Annnnnd…there is a gem of an amusement park close to my home. Knoebel’s has been operating as an amusement park (albeit on a smaller scale) since 1926, and it is still family owned and offers free admission. And? It is awesome. They have a Sky Ride that glides its riders up the side of a mountain and back down again; these are the bench seats from the top of the Sky Ride, deserted after an afternoon rain.
Welcome to Knoebel’s in all its sylvan splendor.
Happy bench hunting! Enjoy the travel theme.